Hallways

The hall is dark and dimly lit. Walking down it all you here is the echo of your own footsteps, the smell is that mold and dust, never visited.
Looking around the deserted hall you see no sign of any living thing.
Just silence and cold. At the end of the hall is a very large black oak door.
Walking up to the door it becomes clear how massive it is.
Fists striking the door shows its solidness.
Putting your head to the door, holding your breath you can hear a soft beating that doesn't falter.
Running across the door are iron plates. Down the middle of it is the split that is the opening.